tomorrow by laura cohen

Tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning/
different than today?

Always wondered why transformations never happen at night.

Change!

An instant of reckoning/
built on future promises
that rest on quick sand.

Tomorrow morning
the dirt will be cleared.
Smooth sailing from here
or not -

Tomorrow - mourning
How quickly we forget
the pain
that made us/
beg
for penance
the night before?

In the whispers
hides the seductress
whose call/ a siren’s call
beckons to that place
that makes you pray
for tomorrow morning.

Basking in the safety
of vices - well worn companions
on the path to survival
to here
negotiating the end
in order to begin again ....

Tomorrow fucking morning.